MAKORRA: This One12

Nervous.

She couldn't help it. No matter what, she knew something was wrong. Even though everything went fine during her ultrasound, and everyone was in high spirits about this one making it; something just didn't really seem right with her.

So far, the baby hasn't moved and she's been feeling cramps every now and then. She was very familiar with the cramps from previous experience, but these weren't as painful as the ones before – that was what scared her.

She was quietly sitting on the couch in the living room and rubbing small circles on her expanded stomach. She was home alone while he was at work – she hated being alone whenever she felt uneasy.

She got up from the couch to go get something to drink and was suddenly struck with another annoying cramp. She decided to just brush off the cramp and continue on with what she was doing. As she reached the kitchen, she was jabbed with another, strong cramp. She began to worry more.

Something's not right.

She made her way over to the phone while holding on to her stomach. As she reached the phone she quickly picked it up and dialed the number she needed. As she was listening to other end ring she felt another cramp, making her gasp in pain.

Finally, someone picked up the phone on the other end. "Republic City Police Station, how may we help you?"
She took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking. "Um, yes… I need to talk to Officer Mako. This is his wife, Korra." She tried her hardest to not sound like she was in pain, but she sadly failed.
"Ok, one moment please." The man on the other end responded, sounding a little concerned.

As she waited another cramp struck her, this one sending a red flag flying in her head.

No! This can't be happening!

"Hello, Korra?" She heard him say on the other end.
"Mako you have to come back home, now!" She cried out, pain covering her tone.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asked, sounding worried.
Another cramp made her painfully scream into the phone. "Just come home now!"

She dropped to her knees as the pain grew. Behind her painful cries, she could him scream her name through the phone and then nothing. She knew what was going on; she knew the process of what was happening all too well. Tears began to stream down her face as the pain kept stabbing at her stomach.

Make it stop!

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She took in a deep breath as she shot up from the bed. After realizing that her experience was just another dream, she pulled her knees as close as she could get to her chest and ran her finger throw her brown hair. She deeply breathed in through her nose and slowly exhaled through her mouth as she collected her thoughts and slowly brought her mind back to reality.

She soon felt the mattress move a little and then looked down to find her husband now lying on his side, facing her.

"Korra, are you ok?" He asked, still half asleep.
"I'm fine Mako, go back to sleep. I'm going to go get some water." She said as she leaned down and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

As he rolled back on his back, she made her way out of bed and to the door.

As she walked into the kitchen, she went straight for the cabinet with the glasses in it. After filling it with water from the faucet, she took a quick sip and rested her elbows on the kitchen counter and scratched her head.

"Korra, what is wrong with you? These dreams should have stopped a long time ago." She muttered to herself.

She glanced out of the corner of her eyes toward the refrigerator and then stood up straight and reached out for a picture that was on the fridge. The picture was an ultrasound picture with the writings, "16 weeks. Can't wait to see you!" She stared at the black and white outline of her baby and smiled. A small jab quickly hit her stomach that slightly made her jump.

She looked down at her stomach with an irritated look. "Now see here mister, or missy. When you come out, you better be the nicest baby on earth since I'm letting you live in me." She felt another quick jab around the same spot as before. She lightly laughed and rubbed the area on her stomach where her baby kicked.

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